She laid awake at 3 am on her bed, where the demons and monsters come out to play. “Look at the mess you've made, you’re a terrible person” they said and with the deafening of silence in reply, she hears only her heart throb like it was at war, she feels a sudden gush of blood. She feels a twinge in between her knees and an extra weight upon her shoulders, she feels as though an invisible “please handle with care, fragile” sign was hung upon her forehead, “Please go away, please make it stop” she cried, only to feel more. Then she remembered fondly, the first time she felt alone running through her veins all over again.
and that was the last time she will ever feel alone because now she has gone back to sleep, and by doing everyone a favor, she’s not waking up.